Green-Browed Mountains

Seven days in the green-browed mountains time slowly retreated to the horizon sun casually took to the foreground weather was always a foothill or two behind. moon sighed into its gloaming. Seven days inhaling green- browed mountains wildflower sashayed into the veins no migraine-no chain of cars no barbed wire news or plastic drama no carbon monoxide dreaming... a bumblebee made a path for my eyes. Seven days devouring green- browed mountains, Like a bronzed faced kitten I napped beside a stream. Didn't see God but I know he saw me. Seven days fasting in green-browed mountains. A spirit Half cleansed in the sheen of brevity. Tomorrow, I return to the grey-eyed flats Into the padded infirmary of puppets and madmen.